A prince from a certain American comic book

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Does a failed assassination attempt not count as an assassination?

hehe..

His sister Elsa would absolutely not agree with this.

After half an hour.

Sean's house.

Sean, who got out of the passenger seat, rubbed his nose and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone, "I'll go get the videotape for you."

Ike nodded as he got out of the driver's seat.

Sean's back view was somewhat pitiful, and could be described as lifeless, but that was what most people saw. However, Ike saw a fierce man who was about to break through this lifelessness and begin a new life from the ashes.

After tonight, Sean will be transformed and invincible.

Not long after.

Sean, looking numb, took a black video recorder and walked out. Ike took it and violently crushed it.

Ike said to Sean, "Do you need me to stay with you?"

Sean shook his head and said, "I want to be alone."

Ike shrugged and didn't press the issue. He punched Sean on the shoulder and smiled, "Call me if you need anything."

Sean forced a smile and nodded at Ike.

When Ike returned to Elm Street, it was around three o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a cat and a mouse receiving food, which was a disgrace to the supernatural creatures.

What other supernatural being would be as shameless and happy as these two, a cat and a mouse, accepting food from ordinary people?

not a single one.

Ike shook his head and said, "Chris, if you keep feeding Tom and Jerry like this, they'll have even more energy to destroy the house."

Chris looked at Ike, but before Chris could speak, the two animals—a cat and a mouse—began to meow and squeak in protest against something to Ike.

Chris stroked Jerry's little head in her palm and asked, "What kind of mouse is Jerry? I couldn't find it in the library."

Ike took out the videotape that had been sent to him from the kitchen storage compartment and thought for a moment before destroying it, saying, "Jerry is a mutated fancy rat, so we can't feed him too much, lest he get too fat and can't even run away, and Tom will just swallow him whole."

Jerry the mouse squeaks.

Talking Tom, however, let out a smug meow.

He was just waiting for the day when Jerry the mouse would eat himself full, so that he could break the curse that was the most vicious curse for cats—that he would never be able to catch a mouse.

next second.

After Jerry understood the meaning behind Talking Tom's words and gave Talking Tom a date and chestnut, the cat and mouse's skillful game of catching each other was once again played out at home.

Ike shook his head, somewhat speechless.

Chris smiled as she watched the cat and mouse chasing each other all over the room.

With a loud bang.

Ike breathed a sigh of relief after destroying the videotape that had been sent to him and throwing it into the outside trash can.

Who watched the videotape?

With Ms. Victoria Hand and S.H.I.E.L.D. handling the aftermath, this issue didn't bother Ike at all.

Aini was arrested.

That skinny monkey was also arrested.

In Ike's view, this episode featuring Sadako had come to an end.

night.

To be precise, it was just past midnight. Ike, who was lying in bed looking at a book in his hand, turned his head to look at the ringing phone on the bedside table.

Tom the cat and Jerry the mouse, who were sleeping on the mat, also opened their eyes.

Ike looked at the time displayed on the wall.

A short while later, after the minutes had ticked up, Ike finally answered the phone.

Victoria Hand's voice came through the phone.

The voice sounded somewhat hurried.

An hour later.

The elevator doors opened.

As Ike and Ms. Hand, who had come to pick him up on Elm Street, stepped out of the elevator, Ike asked, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't Julius and his sister already watch the videotape? Why are Annie and that skinny monkey still dead?"

Ike wasn't surprised at all that Julius would watch the videotapes. Given Julius's personality, expecting a delusional teenager to listen to advice was simply wishful thinking.

But Sadako's curse has clearly been transferred.

Is it really possible that someone is not used to the local environment?

There's no reason for it.

As Ms. Hand walked with Ike down the long corridor, she shook her head and said, "After we seized all the videotapes, we went to the death row and had two inmates transfer the curse as you told us. But just after midnight, we heard two screams. By the time the agents got there..."

talking.

Hand gave Ike a look that told him to be prepared, then nodded to the agents stationed on either side of a door.

The door opened.

The first thing Ike saw was Annie lying on the single bed in the room, her death extremely distorted.

Annie clutched her throat, her facial features contorted in agony, her face deathly pale, and even strands of black hair spilling from her mouth.

Ike snapped out of his reverie and looked at Ms. Hand, asking, "Was the skinny monkey's death similar?"

Ms. Hand said, "The facial distortion is basically the same, except that there is no hair in Jack Freeman's mouth."

Ike nodded.

Suddenly!

A gust of cold wind rose from the room where Aini was being held.

Ike squinted at the sudden gust of cold wind, while Victoria Hand and the two guards at the door involuntarily closed their eyes.

A glint of light flashed in Ike's eyes.

The moment Ms. Hand opened her eyes, she saw a black-robed figure shrouded in a long black robe, holding a scythe.

Ms. Hand was slightly taken aback.

next second.

In a split second, Ms. Hand drew her gun, aimed it at the black-robed man holding a scythe standing beside Aini's bed, and shouted.

Ike stepped in front of Ms. Hand, blocking her from firing her gun.

Ike turned his head and said, "Ms. Hand, let me introduce you. This is a person from Hell. In your terms, he is a grim reaper who comes up here to lead souls back to Hell."

This is also a scythe demon.

No.

To be precise, this is a half-finished scythe demon.

The finished product looks like the kind of scythe demon whose egg was stolen by Ike; it has a very imposing appearance and is bathed in lava.

As for unfinished products, like this black-robed scythe demon that appeared before Ike, lacking a soul and only fit for cheap labor.

This is why lower-level demons are keen to trade with humans.

The human soul is a very precious thing.

According to Western theology, it's because only God and humans have souls.

Even the holy angels and the powerful demons do not have souls, so angels often envy humans for having souls, while demons crave souls.

Even the demons at the bottom of hell have a hard time.

The hell system is a hierarchical system.

The rules dictate what kind of demons can do, and going over the line means certain death; there are no exceptions.

That's why the demons at the bottom of hell make all sorts of deals with humans. Once a deal is struck, the demon who has taken the soul will jump out of the bottom environment and become a demon with its own thoughts.

Even demons have ambition.

...I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 085: The Kill Order

As time rewinds, Ike witnessed Annie conducting research on demonic deals.

But if Ike really thought that was the case, he would find it rather strange.

the reason is simple.

Throughout history, those who made deals with the devil were mostly naive young people.

In other words, anyone who can make a deal with demons is a fool who knows nothing about demonic dealings.

The more I learn, the more afraid I become.

This is why very few professors or theologians who specialize in the history of demons make deals with demons.

The devil's deal appears fair and just, and it seems to be honest and fair to everyone, young and old.

But never underestimate the weight of the soul.

The half-finished scythe demon, hidden entirely in a black robe, slashed through the air with its scythe, and a phantom seemed to sit up directly from Aini's body.

Annie, looking terrified, stared intently at Ike.

Ike frowned slightly.

next second.

The half-finished scythe demon opened its mouth, and the phantom Aini was immediately swept into a vortex and swallowed by the scythe demon, as if she had been caught in something.